Tullochgorum's my delight,
It gars us a' in ane unite,
And ony fumph that keeps up spite,
In confcience I abhor him.
Blithe and merry we's be a',
Blithe and merry, blithe and merry,
Blithe and merry we's be a',
To mak' a chearfu' quorum.
Blithe and merry we's be a',
As lang as we hae breath to draw,
And dance, till we be like to fa',
The reel of Tullochgorum.
There needs na' be fae great a phrase
Wi' dringing dull Italian lays,
I wadna' gi'e our ain Strathspeys
For half a hundred fcore o'em.
They're douff and dowie at the beft,
Douff and dowie, douff and dowie,
They're douff and dowie at the beft,
Wi' a' their variorum.
They're douff and dowie at the beft,
Their allegro's, and a' the reft,
They cannot please a Highland taste,
Compar'd wi' Tullochgorum.
Let warldly minds themfelves oppress,
Wi' fear of want, and double cefs,
And filly fauls themselves distress
Wi' keeping up decorum.
Shall we fae four and fulky fit,
Sour and fulky, four and fulky,
Shall we fae four and fulky fit,
Like auld Philofophorum?
Shall we fae four and fulky fit,
Wi' neither fenfe, nor mirth, nor wit,
And canna' rife to shake a fit
At the reel of Tullochgorum.
May choiceft bleffings ftill attend Each honeft hearted open friend,
And calm and quiet be his end,
Be a' that's good before him!
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Peace and plenty, peace and plenty,
May peace and plenty be his lot,
And dainties a great store o' 'em!
May peace and plenty be his lot,
Unftain'd by any vicious blot!
And may he never want a groat
That's fond of Tullochgorum.
But for the discontented fool, Who wants to be oppreffion's tool, May envy gnaw his rotten foul,
And blackeft fiends devour him!
May dole and forrow be his chance,
Dole and forrow, dole and forrow,
May dole and forrow be his chance,
And honest fouls abhor him!
May dole and forrow be his chance,
And a' the ills that come frae France,
Who'er he be that winna dance,
The reel of Tullochgorum!
THE MILLER'S WEDDING.
LEAVE, neighbours, your work, and to sport and
Let the tabour strike up, and the village be gay :
No day thro' the year shall more chearful be seen,
For Ralph of the mill marries Sue of the
Chor. I love Sue, and Sue loves me,
And while the wind blows,
And while the mill goes,
Who'll be fo happy, so happy as we.
Let lords and fine folks, who for wealth take a bride, Be married to day, and to-morrow be cloy'd; My body is ftout, and my heart is as found,
And my love, like my courage, will never give ground.
I love Sue, &c.
Let ladies of fashion the best jointures wed,
And prudently take the beft bidders to bed;
Such figning and fealing's no part of our blifs,
We settle our hearts, and we feal with a kiss.
I love Sue, &c.
Tho' Ralph is not courtly, nor one of your beaus,
Nor bounces,
nor flutters, nor wears your fine clothes,
In nothing he'll follow from folks of high life,
Nor e'er turn his back on his friend or his wife.
I love Sue, &c.
While thus I am able to work at my mill,
While thus thou art kind, and thy tongue but lies ftill,
Our joys fhall continue, and ever be new,
And none be so happy as Ralph and his Sue.
I love Sue, &c.
MY MOTHER DID SO BEFORE ME.
AM a brifk young lively lafe,
A little more than twenty,
And, by my comely air and drefs,
I can have fweet-hearts plenty ;
But I'll beware of wedlock's fnare,
Tho' dying fwains adore me ;
The men I'll teaze myself to please,
My mother did fo before me.
In rich brocades, and diamonds bright,
Like gayeft fprings delighting,
My parts and humour shall unite
To make me more inviting:
For I'll advance, and learn to dance,
To please shall be my glory;
I'll learn to trace each step with grace,
My mother did so before me.
I'll drefs as fine as fine can be,
My pride fhall be my pleasure;
And tho' the neighbours envy me,
To mind them I've no leisure.
I'll take delight, both day and night,
To be talk'd of in story;
I'll have it faid, There fhines a maid!
My mother did fo before me.
To park and play I'll often go,
To spend each leisure hour;
I'll walk and talk with ev'ry beau,
And make them feel my pow'r.
But if a dart should pierce my heart,
From one that does adore me,
We'll wed and kifs, what harm in this?
My mother did fo before me.
Then will I manage, when I wed,
My husband to perfection;
For, as good wives have often faid,
"Keep husbands in fubjection."
No fnarling fool fhall o'er me rule,
Or e'er eclipfe my glory;
I'll let him fee I'll miftrefs be,
My mother did so before me.
OY the fide of a ftream, at the foot of a hill,
I met with young Phebe who lives at the mill My heart leap'd with joy, at fo pleasing a fight, For Phebe, I vow, is my only delight.
I told her my love and fat down by her fide,
And fwore the next morning I'd make her
In anger she said, Get out of my fight,
And go to your Phillis you met here last night.
Surpriz'd, I reply'd, Pray explain what you mean, never, I Vow, with young Phillis was feen; Nor can I conceive what my Phebe is at. O! can't you? the cry'd: well, I love
Say, did not you meet her last night on this spot ?
O Colin! O Colin! you can't have forgot ;
I heard the whole ftory this morning from Mat;
You ftill may deny it, I love you for that.
'Tis falfe, I reply'd, dear Phebe believe,
For Mat is a rover, and means to deceive:
You very well know he has ruin'd young Pat,
dear charmer muft hate him for that.
Come, come then, fhe cry'd, if you mean to be kind, I'll own 'twas to know the true state of your mind. Tranfported, I kifs'd her, she gave me a pat; I made her my wife, and fhe loves me for that.
HOME hafte to the wedding, ye friends and ye neighbours,
The lovers their blifs can no longer delay:
Forget all your forrows, your cares, and your labours, And let ev'ry heart beat with rapture to-day.
Ye votaries all attend to my call,
Come revel in pleasures that never can cloy;
Come fee rural felicity,
Which Love and Innocence ever enjoy.
Come fee, &c.
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